November 08, 2004
Calling all women with size 8 feet.
Tall, dark, handsome pair of boots seeks partner for fun, possible long-term relationship. You: size 8, maybe 8.5, good sense of humor. Me: knee-high, black, vegetarian, big clunky rubber soles, zipper for those times when you don't feel like spending 20 minutes tying your shoes.
They're slightly ridiculous, they're too small for me, and they've been gathering dust in my closet for three years, so someone please steal them from me. They'll go to Goodwill if I don't hear any cries of interest, so if you're interested, feel free to cry at any time here. Maybe a picture would excite someone? Yes. I'll put one up. Gimme a sec.
Posted by dianna at November 8, 2004 08:15 PM
16 minutes and counting with no picture.
Sallah, I said no pictures, that's two pictures. Can't you count?
I don't know what you're talking about. They've been here all along.
alas! they are not my size!
you're full of lies, twinkle toes! they weren't there at 8:32 like i was!
Me and my Giant Sasquatch Feet!
Why must they always sabotage me?
Erik and Kati, I feel your pain. I actually do, because I keep putting the boots on just in case they magically grew and started to fit me properly, and then they pinch my toes and it hurts and it's awful. Well, maybe that's my pain that I'm feeling. Regardless, ow.
Ms. Gibney, if you cannot lower your voice I'm afraid I will have to have you removed from the building. You're upsetting other customers.
I'm interested! Have they been snatched away already?
No indeed, they have not. Seize the day and the boots!
Katia, Katia. Do I know a Katia? Do you, perchance, have an IAM page under the name "kite"? If not, I'm flat out of guesses.
Yep, that's me :) I liked your IAM page, and I found this one so I kept reading.
How would you like to proceed? Do you have PayPal?
Nooooooo... no, I don't. How do you feel about a plan that goes like: I fling boots into box, haul to post office, and send off by cheapie Parcel Post or something, and you fling $5 for postage into an envelope and send it my way?
Or, right, okay, you're in Santa Cruz, which means I could very conceivably talk my sister into picking up boots here over Thanksgiving and bringing them back down there with her. Well, I could try, anyway. I would promise to come visit and have sundaes with her at Saturn Cafe, if that helps... Katie, are you listening?
Either way would be fine by me. Would a mailed check be OK with you?
And, thanks! The boots really look cool.
Yeah, a mailed check is perfect. Knowing me, a mailed package of cookies would probably be even more perfect, but that would just add shipping costs to shipping costs so perhaps we'd better not.
The plan, then: mail off boots this weekend and then let you know what the postage came to?
They really are delightful. They go from riot girl to eastern European military in the time it takes to change from a skirt to pants! For all those disguised riot girls living double lives as Prussian army officers, it's just what they've always needed.
Great! A mailed package of cookies is a small price for such fabulous boots :) I'm not sure I can pull off good vegan cookies, but if I can I'll send a batch your way. My address is:
349Q Western Drive
Santa Cruz, CA 95060
Let me know what the postage comes to. And, thanks! I've always wanted boots like these, but you know how it is, they never return my phone calls.
for the record, katie just tuned in and would be happy to be an intermediary if dianna does not feel like mailing things to santa cruz. i just noticed that the purchaser lives in my old apartment complex: ha!
You know, parcel post is two days and $3.50 according to usps.com, so I think I'll just do that. What the hellity hell.
Is 349Q on the hippies side of the complex or the leather-daddy side of the complex, anyway?
you know, i'm not sure about the complex as a whole, since there was a hippie side and a leather daddy side of my little apartment. I mean, not in it. Around it. If 349 was the building across from mine, that was the loud-guy-who-threw-parties-with-really-really-drunk-girls-screaming-on-the-lawn-until-2-AM side, I think. But I didn't think there was a Q.
I've lived here for 2.5 years and haven't seen the leather daddy side? I feel cheated.
Well, maybe you could get Katie to introduce you to the leather daddy side. He might stop talking to you when he realizes that the boots aren't leather, though.
Boots mailed! The post office in downtown Berkeley has the coolest goddamn thing I've ever seen in a post office, which is a self-serve postalbot for mailing packages. You stick your box on a scale, tell it where you're shipping and pick a method, buy the postage with a credit/atm card, and get a nifty little printed label to stick on the box. Then, and this is the great part, they've got a great big drop box with an enormous dumptruck scoopy thing you put your package on to drop it in. Fucking brilliant.
Am I just behind the rest of the world on this one, or is this a fantastic new invention?
I've always had to hand over my goods to an employee. That machine sounds cool.
Yay, boots! Thanks! Cookies will follow :)
Banana makes a good egg replacer. You know, just in case you ever needed to come up with an egg replacer for any reason. :D
At the post office closest to my house, you have to give your package to an employee via a revolving cage made of bulletproof plexiglass next to the service window (which is also made of bulletproof plexiglass). It's the most secure post office I've ever seen, or at least it would be if the postal employees didn't leave the back door of the package room propped open for ventilation.
alas, katia, the leather daddy moved out right before i did. he was a sweet man, even when he woke me up at 2 AM setting the snaps on his newest pair of chaps. he did invite me to go to a christmas pageant with him to make up for it, but when i found out he wouldn't be wearing the new chaps it was a no-go.
di, he was also the one who left me the 2 lovely portraits he had drawn of my ashtray, which caused me to spend an afternoon wondering who was hiding in the bushes drawing the stuff on my patio (cough*megan*cough) and wondering if i should call the police.
Dude, you're officially the only person I know to have (even temporarily) mistaken a leather daddy for your ex-girlfriend. It's, um, unique?
I received the boots. Thanks! They're even nicer than I thought :) Expect a return package soon...
YAY! I'm so glad they found an appreciative home! It was long overdue.
Package? I do so enjoy getting mail.... *gleam*